Peaceful morning.

This is a descriptive poem that I based off of a picture of a lightning storm in Iceland.

The storm – the atmospheric phenomenon in which the inside of the clouds or between cloud and earth surface electrical discharges occur – lightning, accompanied by thunder.

Tribulation and sufferings bring us nearer to the Almighty Lord.

During my recent holiday we had a really violent thunderstorm, which prompted this poem.

A relationship that has gone sour.

Elementary Quatrain Poetry.

Transition is in the air.

I wrote this while I sat under a big maple tree during a thunderstorm and was moved by every sense I experienced.

After the thunderstorm occurs simultaneously,
You have come gently,
Waving posture,
This is for whom dancing，
Oh, for me!
After wind and rain baptism,